Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Yemen and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Althea and Donna to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.